Hey there, sexy readers, it's me again, Faye, your faithful flirty filthy CHYOA librarian. Gosh, it's been simply ages since we've had a chance to chat, but I've been so busy filing away all your delightfully dirty stories I've hardly had a moment to relax. What I really need is a little me time. A chance to unwind with my favourite toys and the highest qual...
Location: Space Station XXX – somewhere near Jupiter. My day to day job is very mundane. One of my duties is to initiate all the newcomers in the art of living without gravity. We get shuttles up from earth every couple of weeks. The station is made up of two distinct parts. One is the classic sci-fi wheel. The other is a cube. the two parts are separated...
You stand in Sarah Finkle's bedroom, watching the pretty girl sleep. You've already been there far too long and you can hear that the reindeer are getting restless on the roof. "Quiet Rudolf" you think, and the clattering of hoofs ceases as the telepathic message is received. Sarah stirs in her sleep, then rolls onto her front. You hurriedly sprinkle a lit...
- Zoom in on a mere, simple, everyday, run of the mill 2020 living room; there was a feature wall of a large circler clock and 7 different in size and design picture frames. In the alcove were a few book shelves, stacked up with books from cookery books, celebrity memoires, fitness and exercise guides to sci-fi novels and non-fiction stories, there was even...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
Three pumpkin seeds, half a bar of dark chocolate, a lock of red hair, a prick of her blood of course, and what was that last one? Phoebe picked up the dusty book next to her cauldron, careful to keep her fingers from its hot black sides. She flipped to the bookmarked recipe and scanned the ingredients list. Oh yes, orangutan tongue. That had been a hard one...
Chapter 2: An Unforgettable Trip Begins. A couple of months passed after my first experience at the hands of my wife Jacqui and her friend Hilary. The subject of me becoming Pippa again just didn't crop up. I was reluctant to suggest it in case Jacqui thought there was something wrong with me. In truth I was more than a little disappointed that she didn't s...
Brian woke up on the bathroom floor and, for a second, completely forgot what had happened. Then he saw the mess on the patterned tile and white walls. Had he really passed out? He looked down and saw that his dick was soft, but still so large he couldn't believe it was his. The sound of the front door opening pierced the silence. "Fuck," he muttered. One...
On Monday, Brian walked onto campus a different person. Apparently his life was a really lude version of Harry Potter now. He was a Warlock. He still didn't know everything that entailed. He didn't understand his relationship with Betsy. Was the transcendental vision-blowjob just an initiation rite? There were so many questions, so many things to learn about...
The ball was made of clear crystal and was a perfect sphere, some nine inches in diameter, its surface reflecting the faces of the four women who sat huddled around it. Two of the women were blondes, their hair dangling in sun-bleached tresses down their backs, their blue eyes twinkling as they peered excitedly at the glass ball. Their companion, a sleek bru...